My Healing Games

Chapter 807 Night Falls in New Shanghai

"Totalitarianism?"

"The family of the gods? Then wouldn't the false god only have himself left on the family register?"

Han Fei and the Evil Soul looked at Mr. Mo together. Being stared at by the two of them, Mr. Mo felt suffocated. He quickly explained, "His eyes contain divinity. This white-haired old man is a 'family member' recognized by the gods. Killing him is tantamount to directly challenging the gods."

How did you know all this?

"The totalitarian regime is the most dangerous entity in the building. You should remember the dancer, right? He used to be a totalitarian on the 50th floor. After sacrificing everything, he and the gardener escaped while the gods were asleep." Mr. Mo revealed another secret to Han Fei.

"Were dancers once part of totalitarian regimes?"

“The god has killed countless people in his life. Many people fear him, dread him, and want to kill him, but very few have helped him. According to the dancer, all totalitarian regimes were people who helped the god in his life. This help must be selfless and without any vested interests.” Mr. Mo noticed that the old man’s head was bleeding continuously and hurriedly waved his hands: “In any case, don’t kill him yet. Those eyes represent the god.”

"I've tried all sorts of methods to interrogate him, but he refused to reveal the secrets of the gods even under his own death. It turns out the problem lies with this eyeball." The evil soul seemed to have finally figured it out. He lifted the old man up with one hand, and the threads of fate all over his body surged toward the old man's head!
"What are you trying to do!" Mr. Mo was dumbfounded.

"I want to devour the eyes of God and peek into God's destiny." The body, made of flesh and blood, expanded to both sides. The evil soul drew all its power, its mouth tearing open little by little, preparing to swallow the eyeball into its belly.

"You're insane! You're really insane!" This was the first time Mr. Mo had ever seen someone like this. He grabbed Han Fei's clothes, hoping that Han Fei could stop the evil spirit, but Han Fei's expression was full of expectation.

What about God? He only allows people to be cultivated as flowers, but doesn't allow them to eat his eyes.
Countless threads of fate took root in the old man's head, advancing step by step, severing the connection between his eyes and the outside world.

The old man felt an unprecedented threat and began to struggle violently. The evil spirit, which was prepared in advance, directly spread flesh and blood to the old man's body, merging his body with the dean's body.

"You can't escape. Let me taste the flesh and blood of the gods!"

A piercing scream rang out, and the blood-red eyes embedded deep in the old man's head were slowly pulled out by the threads of fate.

The black rain poured down harder and harder, a gale swept through, thunder roared, and the skyscrapers trembled slightly.

The special eyeball emitted a blood-red light, and the terrifying killing intent contained within easily severed the approaching threads of fate. However, the evil soul was no pushover either. After one thread of fate was broken, ten threads would instantly replace it. Today, it was determined to devour the eyeball containing divinity and taste the indescribable flavor.

Despite exhausting all its strength and mobilizing all the threads of fate within the building, the evil spirit still could not completely detach the eyeball from the old man's head.

"Let me try." Han Fei barely managed to support himself as he took out the Rebirth Slayer Blade. He pushed the blade of humanity to its limit and slashed at the spot where the old man's head and eyeballs met!

With the combined power of the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade and the threads of fate, that special eye was finally gouged out!
After the eyeballs left the old man's head, they emitted immense pressure from within, and the crimson light radiated outwards. Everything inside the building unconditionally submitted to the crimson light, and the consequences would be unimaginable if the crimson light were to spread.

The evil spirit knew this perfectly well, and without any hesitation, it swallowed the god's eye whole!
"Totalitarianism is the supervisor left by the gods in the building. They are the eyes of the gods in the building. If you just kill them, that's fine. But if you devour the divine eye, you will be marked by the gods for life, a never-ending battle." Mr. Mo's face was bitter. He regretted getting involved with these people.

After consuming the Eye of God, the Evil Soul began to attempt to digest it, using the abilities left behind by the second brain fragment.

Although the owners of Number Two and the skyscraper are both unspeakable, the dean inherited part of the abilities of Number Two's brain, and the eyeball left by the god in the old man's head only contained a piece of will.

Even the gods probably never imagined that someone would dare to enter the skyscraper, gouge out his "eyes," and eat them.

The torrential rain outside intensified, and no one knew when the god would awaken. The evil spirit no longer cared about such things. As if possessed, he recklessly hurled the accumulated threads of fate into the god's eyes.

"Let me eat you, eat you, eat you!"

The flesh and blood of the evil spirit began to disintegrate, and he no longer had any defense. He gathered the fate of all the villains and stabbed at that eyeball.

If you can't swallow it, the other person will swallow it. This game is dangerous yet fair.

In the desperate struggle with no way out, the divine eyeball, without any external support, gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, and cracks appeared one after another.

With a roar that shook the very soul, the eyeball shattered, and the divine will contained within was pierced by countless threads of fate.

Different people have different threads of fate, but at the moment their eyeballs shatter, everyone's fate is stained blood red.

Each thread resembles a path trodden by countless beings throughout the city, converging in the darkness to weave a breathtaking vision of the future.

"The new Shanghai city area has been destroyed! All those game pods have been turned into coffins! His target is 'Perfect Life'!"

Flesh and blood exploded, and the future in darkness shattered before Han Fei's eyes.

"Fu Sheng built 'Perfect Life' to transform the shallow world into a super paradise, using positive human emotions to dissolve the pain of the deep world. But now, the garden's owner and the will of the dream, and perhaps other unspeakable forces, want to use the shallow world as a stepping stone to influence reality in turn."

A chill ran down Han Fei’s spine. He had always regarded the three criminal organizations as a club of purely deranged killers, their true targets perfectly concealed.

All the killing and chaos are preparations for the final step; perhaps some "dirty stuff" has already infiltrated Immortal Pharmaceuticals and Deep Space Technology.

"No wonder there was such a commotion inside the building, and the gods didn't even awaken. His plan in the real world is probably very close to success!"

The dean's decaying body began to rapidly regenerate, and the evil spirit was also aware of the gravity of the situation. If the garden owner succeeded, it wouldn't just be one or two people who would die.

“Fu Sheng is dead, and Li Xue’s teacher may have been murdered as well. The bravest people in Xin Hu have left one after another, no wonder these ghosts dare to come out and run wild.” The evil spirit looked at Han Fei: “But speaking of which, the friend who gave you the brain fragments is really amazing. Could it be that he calculated everything and saw the future? So he deliberately left the shattered brain here to wait for you?”

"You mean the second child in the orphanage?" Han Fei looked up at his evil soul.

"I'm trying to tell you that you're not alone in fighting them." The evil spirit's eyes were cruel and bloodthirsty, and he smiled happily.

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you? You really think you're a benevolent ghost?" Han Fei gathered everyone together. He was about to quit the game immediately and tell the police what he knew: "After I leave, you all stay on the 25th floor and guard this place until I come back!"

After making the arrangements, Han Fei found a safe room and pressed the game exit button.

Blood covered everything, and in this blood-red space, only Han Fei and the blood-red shadow that ran out from behind the Ghost Gate could move.

The blood-red shadow seemed to have other ideas, but after seeing Han Fei's back, it obediently stayed where it was.
Slightly turning his head, Han Fei still couldn't see the blood-covered figure standing behind him clearly. He only felt that the figure was no longer back to back with him, but was showing signs of merging.

"That bloodied person who's been standing behind me the whole time, isn't that the one who's laughing maniacally?"

Opening his eyes, a sharp pain shot through his entire body. Han Fei pushed open the door of the game pod and staggered toward the refrigerator.

He ate while trying to calm himself down as quickly as possible.

Once the physical pain subsided slightly, he immediately took out his phone and dialed Li Xue's number.

The phone, which usually rings only a few times before being answered, only had a long busy tone this time.

"problem occurs?"

After getting dressed, Han Fei ran out of the house. He kept making phone calls on the way, but no one answered.

After taking a taxi to the municipal branch, Han Fei explained his purpose to the officer on duty, but the officer was not quite sure what he was doing.

After asking many people, Han Fei was finally met by the archives administrator. He told Han Fei that Li Xue's teacher had collapsed not long after he left. The old man was suffering from multiple organ failure, as if he had been clinging to life but suddenly had no regrets or worries.

At Han Fei's insistence, the administrator arranged for him to be taken to the best hospital in Shanghai.

After passing through a heavily guarded corridor, Han Fei was led to the outside of a ward where Li Xue and her two senior brothers were.

"Li Xue, how is your teacher?"

"Not very optimistic." For the first time, Li Xue, who had always been capable and decisive, showed a look of panic and helplessness.

"Can I go in and take a look?" Han Fei stood outside the ward door, looking into the room through the glass window in the door.

Li Xue's teacher seemed to be asleep; he lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed.

(End of this chapter)